Aly_Belliveed

*This is NOT your typical werewolf story* 


“This is how the palace works, Miss Maridawn. If you can’t become the King’s favorite, you will be living in isolation for the rest of your life.”
“I can prove that I will become his favorite, Dimitri. No, I will become his Empress."
“An omega empress,” he muses. “That will make you a history in the making. I’m looking forward to it.”
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Omegas are now at the brink of extinction and because of their rarity, the Alpha king declared all omegas must become his concubines for the rest of their lives.
Maridawn was a proud alpha of an elite wolf pack, the Silverfang family—or so she thought.
Her life changed when she experienced her first heat that caused alphas to go wild, thus losing her alpha status in a blink of an eye.
Now, as the king's omega concubine, Maridawn has to reach to the top to become the king's favorite or accept her fate to live in the confinements of the palace.

Will she be able to get the king's recognition and  experience the taste of belonging in the palace? 

This is a story of a chained omega yearning for freedom in the palace full of mysteries and whether she chooses love for a man whom she can't have or the other who is her fated mate?


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Hi there, folks! Glad that you reach the end part of the blurb. Just giving you a heads up, this is an omegaverse story in the guise of a werewolf setting. So even if we have wolves  there, they aren't as prominent as the omegaverse system. 

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The Omega Concubine

"So, does the tea help soothe the pain?"

She nods as she tries to clear her throat. "The tea made its magic and I can speak without hurting my voice… although I can't say much about the taste."

The man—no, the king lightly laughs. "I assume the honey helped reduce the strong scent. You do have a knack of expressing your hatred towards tea, after all."

Maridawn stops her trails, her eyes which have been on the ground the entire time, widen as she says, "Have I spoken too much, Your Highness?"

The king stops as well, a bit farther as his head turns to her.

"If you speak about that night, well I don't doubt you did." He muses as he continues to walk forward.

Maridawn's face turns a darker shade of red as she follows suit. Many things happened that she didn't know how to respond to that statement.

The fact that she's having a chat with the king in the late afternoon while she's wearing her white night gown is already embarrassing enough.

At the Gazebo